To be usurped by an imposter once would be considered bad luck. Especially if,
as with Richard III, that imposter murders you, mutilates your body, and
drags you through the streets of Leicester. But to suffer such a fate twice?

Well, if an archaeologist is to be believed that could be just the calumny
that has befallen the last Plantagenet monarch. Because, he claims, the
bones discovered to much fanfare in a Leicester car park, currently awaiting
a reburial fit for a king, might not be his at all.

“I’m not saying that it’s not Richard - it’s perfectly conceivable that